Gen texts!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Comments

[inreality]

Explain something to me.

[alloyed]

I can try.

[inreality]

How do you get a cat to approach you.

[what]

[alloyed]

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An ordinary housecat? Like from Earth?

[inreality]

Yes. Preferably without harming it.

[alloyed]

You don't really have to do anything. Just crouch down and hold your hand out. Why?

1/2

[inreality]

The door to the weapons storage was ajar. I swept the area for tracking or other devices, and found it underneath a storage shelf. I tried to move the shelf and it hid beneath the workbench welded to the floor. It's too far back to reach. It keeps hissing at me.

[inreality]

[after a moment]

This is not my area of expertise.

[alloyed]

All right. So it's scared and probably a stray,
which means it's hungry. Do you have any cooked meat? Or cheese?

[inreality]

Why would I have cooked meat or cheese?

[why would he carry food around WEAPONS, that would make a mess, gosh!!!!!]

[alloyed]

Why would you have a cat? I don't know! Food and water usually help break the ice with animals. That's all I'm saying.

[inreality]

I don't have a cat. I have an intruder.

[alloyed]

Unless it's armed, it's just a cat. It won't hurt you or your guns.

[inreality]

If it dies in here, it will smell.

[alloyed]

Then go get it some food and water!

[inreality]

[give him like 10 minutes]

It's just staring at me.

[alloyed]

Go to the other side of the room and stop looking at it. Just ignore it.

[inreality]

[another several-minute pause]

How long does this usually take.

[alloyed]

You're overthinking it, Sam. Just do some work. Forget about the cat. Then it will come to you.

1/2

[inreality]

Fine.

[inreality]

[give him like an hour]

There aren't any vet clinics open at this hour.

[alloyed]

Did you kill the cat?

[inreality]

If it were dead I wouldn't need a vet.

[alloyed]

What'd you do?

[inreality]

Stop assuming I hurt it. Its leg is injured. It doesn't look infected but it won't walk on it.